Before the Zebra could finish his speech, he also got a stick in his leg and fell to the ground with a "Oh" sound. The Ant King was very strong, and this stick was enough for him to lie down for half an hour.
"A bastard, since you took office, I will tell you that internal harmony is the foundation. For a few bad money, you will have to go to war with your compatriots. Are you crazy?"
The tone of the Ant King is very stern. Although the old man is usually very kind, once he gets angry, everyone is really afraid.
Gore opened his mouth, trying to explain something but found that he could not explain it. It seemed that he was really doing it for money.
The Ant King looked at him: "I will give you another last chance. I will return it quickly if I took the money from others. Our tribe has not had money for thousands of years and it will continue. Money is not a good thing!"
Gore's face was full of bitterness. He knew that he had been seen through. Sometimes his fear of this old man was really not just because of power, but because of his eyes that could see through his heart.
The two of them knelt down and admitted their mistakes, then got up honestly and went back to the city. They wanted to reply to Johnson.
After hearing the two of them, Johnson was furious, but he was alone here, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. After all, he had also been kidnapped.
He understood that these people were actually savages. If he had been savage here, the consequence might be that he could not even find a corpse.
Since the matter cannot be done, the gift I gave two days ago should be refunded? That is 50,000 US dollars. If the money is not done, he will have no place to reimburse it.
Seeing his eagerness to speak, Gore coughed twice and cleared his throat.
"Who, I've divided all your money to the MPs. The matter was almost done, but the chief disagreed. I can't get you back the money."
Johnson looked angry, but soon calmed down and asked, "If the Ant King agrees, or ignores it, can this be done?"
Gore glanced at him: "Aren't you talking nonsense? If I become the chief, there is no need to discuss this matter."
Johnson nodded: "Okay, I'll try to persuade the Ant King."
The difference between Johnson and Jackson is that Jackson is proud on his face, but Johnson is proud on his bones.
Therefore, Jackson basically did not contact the locals, and the necessary contact was also done business.
But Johnson was not the case. He used his identity to contact many chiefs and had a good relationship.
In fact, in his heart, he looked down on these savages the most, and he always felt ashamed of his skin color. If possible, he even wanted to bleach like Jackson.
However, the typical African-American appearance cannot be concealed by bleaching alone, which is a great regret for him.
But what makes him proud is that he married a Scottish woman, so the skin color and appearance of the two children are obviously different. I believe that after time and after several generations of integration, his descendants will no longer be discriminated against.
He had visited the Ant King twice. He knew that the old guy was very cunning, but he didn't care. No matter how shrewd a barbarian is, he is still a lower species, and he is definitely not worth mentioning in front of him who has received higher education.
After preparing some gifts, he went directly to the Ant King's residence.
There are not many people in the Ant King station today, most of them are old, weak, women and children. The young people are all making money in Canberra.
Johnson was familiar with the road and drove the car directly to the door of the Ant King's house.
The Ant King was sitting in the open space in front of the door basking in the sun. He was covered with animal oil on his body, and only a piece of animal skin was wrapped in the suite, and the rest were naked.
The loose skin was like the book cover of an old tree aged before, making Johnson feel sick.
But how could he show it and greeted with a smile: "Hey, the old man is getting more and more powerful. Didn't you have a woman who is lucky to you today?"
The Ant King glanced at him with a blank expression: "That was done after the moon rose. It seems that you have forgotten your roots!"
Johnson smiled "hehe" and said, "I have been in the United States for a long time and have really forgotten many things."
The Ant King narrowed his eyes: "Your roots are in this continent. People can be unhappy, but they cannot forget their roots."
Johnson frowned slightly, but soon smiled again: "The Chieftain's education is right, I will regard this place as my own home."
The Ant King raised his head: "Then do I need to assign a wife to you? Only when you settle down here will you take this place as the leader."
Johnson quickly shook his head: "Let's talk about this slowly. Now the oil field has made me feel overwhelmed. The company has scolded me all day long, so how can I think about these things?"
The Ant King was not talking, and a woman poured him a glass of fruit wine they made on their own. But she didn't give Johnson a try.
Johnson didn't care and started to take out things, including milk, cheese, chocolate, coffee, and finally two bottles of whiskey.
The Ant King opened his closed eyes suddenly and looked at the whiskey in Johnson's hand, his eyes shining.
Johnson smiled slightly, took the Ant King's cup, poured out the fruit wine inside, and began to pour whiskey inside.
The Ant King frowned, then quickly stretched out again, with no expression on his face.
He took the cup handed over by the woman, poured himself a cup, then raised it and said to the Ant King: "Cheers."
The Ant King picked up the cup and drank it all, then smacked his lips, with an intoxicated expression. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Johnson's mouth.
After drinking two drinks in a row, the Ant King asked, "Tell me, what's the matter with me?"
Johnson looked embarrassed: "You say something to me, that brother Oilfield is obviously bullying people."
The Ant King shook his head: "Your oil field is not in the Tuwa tribe, but now you want to occupy other people's oil field. Who bullies people?"
"But our oil field can be figured out below the ground? They are producing oil that is producing our oil."
The Ant King cracked and smiled: "Our sea is connected to many countries. Can those countries be said to be our territory?"
The cruel look on Johnson's face flashed away, and he immediately complained with a bitter face:
"But Gore has accepted my gift. Now that I can't do it, I can't explain it to the higher authorities?"
The Ant King picked up the crutch beside him and knocked on Johnson's leg: "Just pay for a lesson. I'll give it money after finishing my business next time, otherwise you will teach me all my people and I'll settle the score with you."
Johnson stopped talking and started drinking in silence. After a while, a bottle of whiskey was found.
After drinking, Johnson took out a box of pills: "King of Ants, this is the latest American medicine to revive men's spirit, so that you can sing every night."
The Ant King smiled and put it away, nodded and thanked him, and Johnson said goodbye and left.
The Ant King reached out and threw the medicine away, muttering, "Baby, grandpa is much stronger than you if he doesn't take medicine."
But then I remembered something. I bent down and picked up the medicine, waved at an old man lying on the skin, and called him over.
The old man walked over with a hunched over, his turbid eyes seemed to have lost his pupils, and he was shaking every step.
"At a young age, it's like this. People today are worse than those of each generation."
The ant king shook his head and complained, while taking out a pill and stuffing it into the man's mouth.
The man shut up and swallowed it. Because there was no water, he rolled his eyes. The Ant King asked someone to pour him a glass of fruit wine and then asked him to go back and continue lying down.
After a while, a scream came, and the old man who was lying on the dead tree grabbed a passing woman and pressed it, then rolled up.
The agile movements seemed not to be alone at all.
But this kind of courage lasted for less than three minutes, and then the old man shouted and stopped moving.
The woman pushed his body down, then approached his breath and tried it with her hands. Then she exclaimed. The woman ran away.
The Ant King sent someone to see it, and the man was completely speechless.
The Ant King's face was gloomy and ordered his men to call the Zebra immediately. Two hours later, an army rushed towards the Meihu Oilfield.
The jackals stationed here naturally received the news early and reported to Yang Geyong immediately.
Yang Geyong just hesitated for a moment and ordered the jackal to withdraw to the headquarters and immediately reported to the Meihu headquarters.
The senior management of Meihu naturally did not believe the words of the jackal, so they immediately called the Zan Government to ask. The person who answered the phone told him that because the manager of the Zandong Oilfield of Meihu Company was suspected of murdering the ant tribe's leader, the ant tribe had decided to carry out retaliation.
The senior management of Meihu Lake was shocked and began to seek assistance everywhere, but the mountains were high and the road was far away, so it was too late to send a plane.
However, Yang Geyong brought people there. They did not choose to use force with the ant tribe's armed forces, but negotiated.
The final result was to expel all personnel from Zandong Oilfield, and manager Johnson had to bury the dead.
How could Meihu Company suffer this loss? After several communications failed, it decided to hire Baishui Company to regain the oil field.
At this time, the country of Zan had sold the oil field to the brother oil field for $5 million, including all facilities.
The commission received by Baishui Company was 100 million US dollars. For this money, they naturally decided to fight this war, for the sake of money, and for those Africans to see that the interests of the Americans cannot be violated.
Yang Geyongle, who got Zandong Oilfield for 5 million, couldn't stop talking about this matter. They actually didn't get involved from beginning to end.
Instead, Gore stepped forward and bargained with them and finally sold at this price.
However, because Meihu Company did not hire locals, their people were deported. The originally lively oil field is now quiet.
Jackson was naturally familiar with the situation here and quickly transferred people from his brother's oil field. There was a mine where oil was coming out and money was flowing out every day.
The key is that a ton of crude oil will receive a commission of one dollar, and he will not be willing to waste it.
A war started to fight unexpectedly. Relatively speaking, Baishui Company had more weapons and personnel, but Yang Geyong was prepared for it.
It’s just that the battlefield was moved from Brother Oilfield to Zandong Oilfield.
To be continued...